all the
forces arrayed now against us: de–
luded with boundless malevolence,
spiteful and nihilist midwits, pre–
tenders to fathomless knowledge, a–
bout them, Columbia, Sisters, Hi–
guide this mere pen of mine eager to
scribble to you song of homage. the
forces of fiat now gathered, le–
viathan 'voured their virtue, dis–
cordia rules their emotions with
promise of cantillon plunder, with
bacchian-keynesian orgy de–
stroying all concept of value, with
plutonic path to a future of
free and good will torn asunder. said,
“vae, all you vassal Plebeians, in–
dentured between now our grindstones, the
scylla-charybdis of fiat: in–
flation and onerous taxes!” said,
“kneel before our distortions, there's
nothing now sure as were Rai stones!” said,
“lay down your lives to our warfare in
coffers of resetting's axis!” Co–
lumbia weeps for her children, and
points to Polaris as guidance. Hi–
storia wearies of writing the
same foolish story of empire. So,
Providence blessed on a paper: di–
stributed hash independence. And
Liberty spun up the voices: a
“million nodes proving their work” choir. It
drowns out the forces of fiat's un–
certainty mongering rumor, and
fear of reprisals from tyrants en–
forcing the keynesian model, and
doubt that is key to their system that
stifles all talent and humor. It
rises as hope in the darkness: es–
cape from their shackling twaddle. So,
heed this Plebeian Defiance as
answer to fiat's mad throng: from my
closet the hum of a miner in
concert with Liberty's Song.
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